Yeah.. now I know why there was too much emphasis on eating as much as you can before trying to break through to the Manifestation Layer. It's been a fucking week, day and night creating my Resonance Core.
The good news is, I managed to create my Core which is currently housing my Resonance. What is Resonance you ask? Well.. it's the Fundamental Forces, cultivators have to attune to with one or more, each offering unique strengths.
Now to the bad news, there exist four types of resonance..
Energy Resonance Flame, Lightning, Ice, etc...
Matter Resonance Metal, Wood, Earth, Flesh, etc...
Mind Resonance Will, Perception, Illusion, Time, etc...
Soul Resonance Spirit, Life, Death, Karma, etc...
You might be thinking, where is the bad news I don't see them, well.. a person can only awaken/be attune with a single or two and at rarest three Resonance, lucky them. But I seem to have awakened all of them.
You might be wondering how can you tell? Well this is the cultivation world, you can sense almost anything that happens to your body, especially me for some reason, as I can sense I have also obtained a unique physique, which I don't yet understand.
But none of this things matter, at least.. not now. I have reached the Early-rank of Resonance Awakening, and I'm no longer surging with limitless energy.
So I can finally take a breather, and go take a shower, I fucking reek. With that thought in mind I tried to get up, but I was hit with a sense of vertigo and I went back down.
It was then I realised I had expanded a ton of energy for an entire week, I was tired. I needed sleep above all else, at least the Wood Goat won't bother me, if it had sensed the terrifying energy inside it's home during my break throughs, so I can sleep without being scared for my life.
My eyelids felt heavy, so I laid down on my side, and closed my eyes. My mind was enlightened with information about my physique which tugged a smile on my lips before I fell asleep.
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Third Pov:
The Heavenly Blade Sect, a sect with the Core Philosophy: "The blade is an extension of the self; to wield it is to wield fate."
It's a legendary sect that forges warriors into living weapons, where steel is not just a tool but an extension of the cultivator's soul. Every disciple must carve their path with their blade, mastering the art of both battle and resonance with the world's forces.
The requirement to join the sect and become it's Iron Disciple—an outer sect member, is pretty harsh, you'll have to be at least twelve years of age, already having reached the Early-rank of Manifestation Layer and have Resonance with the Sword Force.
Zhang Lianhua, is one of the Sky-Forged elders whose status is enough to take in a Core-Disciple cultivator as her own student. Core-Disciples are remarkable individuals, to make a student out of them is a feat greater than one can imagine.
Zhang Lianhua was a rare beauty, but she never let that define who she was, she commited herself to the way of the sword. And never looked back, not once thinking about having a Dao-Companion, steeling herself to the path of loneliness.
She has lost many she once called bothers and sisters due to old age, waged wars, betrayals, by her own sword. And yet, her heart remained unblemished, pure and unyielding, as her name.
Now, she feels a sense of wavering. She has lived for the sword and thought she would die by the sword, yet of late, her heart cannot remain calm. She feels she's missing something. Is the sword really there is to life? Did many of her brothers and sisters sacrifice themselves so that she can advance in strength but stagnate in life?
Zhang Lianhua feels a sense of loneliness slowly eroding her Sword Dao Heart, which will cause problems in comprehending the Sword Laws, gaining insights into cosmic truths.
Sighing, she flew past a low-rank sect with a Peak-Stage Sovereign Layer for a Sect Lord, a laughable stage before a legendary sect such as the Heavenly Blade Sect.
She suddenly sensed a peculiar energy within a Magical Forest owned by the low-rank sect. With her index finger, she cut through the air and opened a spatial rift, and flew inside.
She ended up in front of a hollowed out tree, and inside she saw a girl? Covered in impurities secreting in every pore, endless. It smelled horrible but to Zhang Lianhua, this was nothing compared to when she had to hide and sleep amongst a mountain of decayed corpses during the war with the Cultist Sect.
Instead of looking at the surface, she used her extraordinary senses to look beyond the flesh and see through this person's secrets. And she uncovered them all.
Her eyes widened with each discovery, this girl, what was she? Her body, soul and mind were pure. Lianhua could sense all the Forces of the four types of Resonances, all somehow attracted and attached to her.
And she had an inkling it had something to do with her unique physique, as even she couldn't see through it. The more she tried to divine it, the more she lost herself.
She finally gave up, and thought about killing this girl, before she shook her head, her righteous heart would not allow her to do such an unjust thing. She thought about it for a moment, and made an impulsive decision she would take this girl as her own disciple.
She made complicated handsigns, before drawing runic letters on the air using her Sword Qi. When was done the rune letters flew towards the grime covered girl, and went inside her soul, sealing her secrets so that no one else would be able to see them like she did.
When the rune letters were firmly in place, she used her Will alone to telekinetically lift the girl in the air, and brought her closer to her. And they both disappeared on the spot.
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??? Pov
I woke up feeling refreshed and actually smelling not so awful. My eyes opened groggily and I looked around with widened eyes, as it was clear I was no longer in my hiding spot anymore.
"Wait, did I die?" I asked myself.
"No, you're not dead, not yet at least."
A voice transmitted throughout this luxurious ancient chinese looking room, before a space ripped inside the room, and an extraordinary beautiful woman walked out of it.
She was dressed in white, her hair midnight in colour, and long reaching all the way to her waist. It shimmered under the sunlight coming from the opened window.
Her face was oval shaped, and though she appeared young, at least 28 years old, there was this kind of oldness in the way her eyes glimmered with something akin to weariness.
The Sect Robe, she was wearing was form fitted perfectly for her slender figure.
"Where am I?"
I asked, but this mysterious woman was awe-struck for some reason while staring at me. What kind of exaggerated reaction is that? I know I'm plain looking, but you don't have to look so shocked thank you very much.